My tomato plant is lovin’ it! So are the four o’clocks, roses, impatiens, rose moss, marigolds, and all the other flowers and herbs. It is raining! Rain fell yesterday, all night, and is still going at it this morning. There is an old tale that rain doesn’t fall on July nights. Wrong! And, I’m glad.
The temperature is 64 and I’m asking, Is this fall already? Of course, I know it isn’t, but this is a wonderfully cool, wet summer and tomorrow ushers in August!
Blessings are rather like the rain. God sends them to us and we are refreshed. Funny thing about moms and grandmas is that when blessings fall on our children and grandchildren, they fall on us too. So, we are doubly blessed.
To my way of thinking, summer rain enhances the day and improves the night. Rain inspired me to write the climax to Moonlight Can Be Murder yesterday. It’s a funny thing – when I finished that chapter, I felt as if I had experienced that narrow escape right along with Nettie (Ned). I was tired!! So tired that I saved the final, wrapping it up chapter for today! The book began on the first day of December and ends on Christmas Eve. I think you’ll like the final scene. It isn’t rain that is falling on Ednalee, Oklahoma as the story ends; it is snow and the feeling is one of peace and completion.
When I began this new series of cozy mysteries, I had to say good-bye to Flora and Darcy in their Levi, Oklahoma series. I knew who Nettie (Ned) Elizabeth Duncan McNeal was. I knew her likes and dislikes, her background, and the reason she moved from Atlanta to Ednalee, but I really got to know her during the course of writing about her. And now, with the story ending, I don’t want to sever our friendship. That means, as soon as Nettie breathes a sigh of relief over escaping with her life, she will be plunged into another mystery. That’s the way it is for a cozy mystery heroine!
Writing is so much easier when it’s raining. My outdoor water fountain vies with the sound of raindrops, and my fingers are itching to get started with Nettie’s Christmas Eve. Like the four o’clocks, I drink in the flavor of this summer day and feel God’s blessings falling all around.
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